Sincerity's Path
Chapter 4 - Music
Authors note: another chapter up. I'm sorry that it took so long, I really didn't intend for it to. I had actually planed to put it up the next week, but as you can see.. That didn't turn out to well. ^^; I'll try to put it up on a weekly basis and see how that goes. I'm actually not to happy with this chapter, this has to be the third draft that I've done of it. (And I think the first happened to be better. To bad I didn't save it. Smart.) But it'll have to do until I start thinking again. With School having started up again it's not all that easy. Disclaimer, remember I do not own Digimon, or any of its characters.
"I hate Mondays," Diasuke yawned his protest, swinging his tanned bag over his shoulder.
Outside the winter leaves had long since fallen, taking with it the beautiful colors of fall. Sunday passed without much incident. Taichi tried his hand at cooking with Yamato that Saturday, and in the process nearly taking the apartment down to a burnt crisp. Thankfully, Mr. Ishinda spent most of the day sleeping and happened to miss the extravagant scene.
Mimi fell in pace behind the three, barely able to keep her eyes open from exhaustion. She had to say she hated Mondays to. Grr, For Mondays, she pouted.
"I heard it was supposed to snow this weekend." Taichi commented, looking to the grey sky, his breath visible before him. "With the way it feels right now, we should be snow men." Diasuke growled, throwing hot air into his blue hands, "I hate the cold."
"You hate everything Daisuke. I hope it does snow. I love winter. Just wait till I peg you with a snowball!" Mimi laughed happily, shaking the grogginess away. "You do that." Daisuke chuckled, taping her across the back with his school bag. Successfully startling her, he gripped her in a headlock and continued down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Mimi squealed, struggling in the one armed lock only to stumble behind him. Taichi and Yamato only laughed in amusement, keeping well behind to avoid any deadly blows she might throw. "Were going to be late for class! Let me go!"
"Yeah, yeah." Daisuke smiled, releasing her from his grip only to receive a not so friendly shove from his former victim. "Turd." Mimi brushed the strands from her face, glaring with contempt as the rounded Avalon street and into the three story buildings sight.
"Yamato, do you have practice tonight?" Taichi asked falling in sink with the blonde guitarist. "Yeah, so I wont be cooking." Taichi turned hopefully to Mimi, with pleading eyes. "I'm going with him." She smiled apologetically, "Theirs Romen in the cupboard, Other than that your on your own. I doubt Daisuke will cook for you, and after the other night, the fire fighters have you under 24 hours surveillance."
Taichi sighed, "Good ol'Romen" Mimi smiled leaning her head against Yamato's shoulder.
***
"How much longer do you thing he's going to be?" The sandy haired boy asked, leaning against the stair wall. "He's only ten minutes late, Rick." The second boy yawned with a second look at his watch. "He's beginning to make - " "Here he comes. Looks like Takawachi's with him." A third boy said, entering the empty "Everything set up?"
"Yeah." Yamato entered the large empty concert stadium to the front of Mimi.
"Takawachi!" Three shouts shouted in unison, waving from the hard wood floor stage. Mimi smiled happily, holding the strap of her bag to her shoulder. "Homework tonight?" One of the three asked from the stage.
"Yeah!" Mimi turned into the front row of the stadiums chairs, placing her bag in the center chair to the left of her. Yamato stopped down the aisle beside her, looking down at his watch, "Am I late? We said six thirty right?" raising his eyes in question to the stage.
"Pay up," The tallest of the three boys waved, placing his hand before Rick, "I told you. Six thirty."
Yamato ignored the comment, and lifted the guitar cases strap from over his shoulder, propping it against Mimi's chair for support. Taking the guitar from its brown case, he turned up the stage stairs.
"Kyo, I thought you said you'd have some new lyrics for us?" Rick asked picking his sticks up from behind the drums. "Their inside my case. Grab them would you, Ren?" Across the stage, Ren double-checked over each shoulder in search of the case, "Yeah!" already near the empty case, where Kyo's lyrics rested, he trotted back with the sheets.
"Lets see.." Yamato waived, hunkering down upon the floor he began to adjust the strings of his guitar just as Kyo reached him. Skimming over the keynotes, he read through Kyo's lyrics, pausing only to play out a key Cord on his guitar.
"Hmm.." His fingers tapped against the lines of key notes, making minor adjustments to keys with the pen from his pocket. Tucking the pen behind his ear, he stared at it quizzically, "This would be great with a female lead. Did you ever get in touch with that one girl?" Yamato raised his head to the three band members hovering above him. Each baring a skeptical look when turned to individually. "Nah, she's a no go. Her parents are moving to France." Ren sighed kneeling down beside Yamato. Taking the second copy of the sheet notes, he glanced down to the rows of seating.
"Well, what about Takawachi? I hear she's got a great voice. Its that or the kid with the monkey who upstaged us at the talent show." With a shudder, Ren dropped behind the lyrics, avoiding the frightened stares and further thoughts of the Monkey kid.
"Monkey Kid, now that's not a bad idea." Rick pondered aloud, with visions of a faceless crowd, and the millions of chants for "Monkey boy." Kyo cringed with a horror-stricken face, shoving Rick in the arm. "Get real dude!"
In unison, four sets of eyes peered above the sheet music, eyeing the contestent with promise.
Her legs folded under her, she continued to scribble paragraphs from the thick open textbook onto the blank paper in her lap. Cautiously, Yamato raised the paper back over his eyes, eyeing the lyrics for a final time. Rising above the paper yet again, he eyebrows rose in question.
"Its not nice to stare at people. You're giving me the creeps." Mimi spoke, breaking the awkward silence without so much of a glance their way to continue with her paper. The four startled boys jumped in surprise, Ren falling from his crouched position back onto his rear.
"She's be great, come on. They'd love her. She's got looks to kill. She may be a little small in the chest, but that's nothing a push up bra wont fix." Rick whispered eagerly, turning on his heal away from Mimi to face the grieving looks of his friends.
Mimi flinched.
Three flinches followed upon the stage.
Still grinning with the thought of such an idea, he didn't notice the object sale through the air.
Wide eyes edged away from fate's crushing blow.
Mimi rigidly stood from the chair, clutching the blue textbook within her hand.
Tripping over themselves, they franticly scrambled backwards and away as the book slugged Rick from behind.
"How did she.." Kyo whispered quizzically from the safety behind the velvet red stage curtains. His head peering with the others to watch the onslaught of horror. Yamato pointed in silence to the deserving victim. "What an idiot." Kyo's hand fell across his forehead, covering his eyes in dismay.
Across Rick's waist, a tiny black box clung to his belt. It's tiny red light glowing.
"He left his microphone on." A cringe.
Ren let out a laugh, seeing Rick cradle the back of his head, "I say he deserved it!"
Kyo glared at him in embarrassment, throwing his head back around the corner. "We can't leave him out there, she's libel to pulverize him!" Not that he doesn't disserve it, Kyo thought with a comical sweat drop, but wrestle mania doesn't stand a chance against her!
Yamato added to Kyo's comical sweat drop, taking one last glance around the stage curtain.
After several minutes of slowly creeping through the stage exit, Yamato and Kyo re-entered the building from the south entrance, maneuvering through isles behind her.
She hadn't moved from where she'd first thrown her book, or even uttered a word. Her icy glare was enough to send any animal away cowering in fear. Her eyes leaving Rick to stagger useless words endlessly. From the curtains, Ren quietly pushed the wooden stage prop across the stage, sweating profusely in terror from behind the green bush. Crouching closely to the wooden wall of separation as the wheels squeaked in desperate need of oil. Closing in upon the imbecile, he threw the prop into a full dash, stopping only long enough to catch Rick's collar and role him to safety.
From behind her, two arms wrapped around her. Catching her off guard Yamato threw her over his shoulder in one fluid sweep.
Authors note: another chapter up. I'm sorry that it took so long, I really didn't intend for it to. I had actually planed to put it up the next week, but as you can see.. That didn't turn out to well. ^^; I'll try to put it up on a weekly basis and see how that goes. I'm actually not to happy with this chapter, this has to be the third draft that I've done of it. (And I think the first happened to be better. To bad I didn't save it. Smart.) But it'll have to do until I start thinking again. With School having started up again it's not all that easy. Disclaimer, remember I do not own Digimon, or any of its characters.
"I hate Mondays," Diasuke yawned his protest, swinging his tanned bag over his shoulder.
Outside the winter leaves had long since fallen, taking with it the beautiful colors of fall. Sunday passed without much incident. Taichi tried his hand at cooking with Yamato that Saturday, and in the process nearly taking the apartment down to a burnt crisp. Thankfully, Mr. Ishinda spent most of the day sleeping and happened to miss the extravagant scene.
Mimi fell in pace behind the three, barely able to keep her eyes open from exhaustion. She had to say she hated Mondays to. Grr, For Mondays, she pouted.
"I heard it was supposed to snow this weekend." Taichi commented, looking to the grey sky, his breath visible before him. "With the way it feels right now, we should be snow men." Diasuke growled, throwing hot air into his blue hands, "I hate the cold."
"You hate everything Daisuke. I hope it does snow. I love winter. Just wait till I peg you with a snowball!" Mimi laughed happily, shaking the grogginess away. "You do that." Daisuke chuckled, taping her across the back with his school bag. Successfully startling her, he gripped her in a headlock and continued down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Mimi squealed, struggling in the one armed lock only to stumble behind him. Taichi and Yamato only laughed in amusement, keeping well behind to avoid any deadly blows she might throw. "Were going to be late for class! Let me go!"
"Yeah, yeah." Daisuke smiled, releasing her from his grip only to receive a not so friendly shove from his former victim. "Turd." Mimi brushed the strands from her face, glaring with contempt as the rounded Avalon street and into the three story buildings sight.
"Yamato, do you have practice tonight?" Taichi asked falling in sink with the blonde guitarist. "Yeah, so I wont be cooking." Taichi turned hopefully to Mimi, with pleading eyes. "I'm going with him." She smiled apologetically, "Theirs Romen in the cupboard, Other than that your on your own. I doubt Daisuke will cook for you, and after the other night, the fire fighters have you under 24 hours surveillance."
Taichi sighed, "Good ol'Romen" Mimi smiled leaning her head against Yamato's shoulder.
***
"How much longer do you thing he's going to be?" The sandy haired boy asked, leaning against the stair wall. "He's only ten minutes late, Rick." The second boy yawned with a second look at his watch. "He's beginning to make - " "Here he comes. Looks like Takawachi's with him." A third boy said, entering the empty "Everything set up?"
"Yeah." Yamato entered the large empty concert stadium to the front of Mimi.
"Takawachi!" Three shouts shouted in unison, waving from the hard wood floor stage. Mimi smiled happily, holding the strap of her bag to her shoulder. "Homework tonight?" One of the three asked from the stage.
"Yeah!" Mimi turned into the front row of the stadiums chairs, placing her bag in the center chair to the left of her. Yamato stopped down the aisle beside her, looking down at his watch, "Am I late? We said six thirty right?" raising his eyes in question to the stage.
"Pay up," The tallest of the three boys waved, placing his hand before Rick, "I told you. Six thirty."
Yamato ignored the comment, and lifted the guitar cases strap from over his shoulder, propping it against Mimi's chair for support. Taking the guitar from its brown case, he turned up the stage stairs.
"Kyo, I thought you said you'd have some new lyrics for us?" Rick asked picking his sticks up from behind the drums. "Their inside my case. Grab them would you, Ren?" Across the stage, Ren double-checked over each shoulder in search of the case, "Yeah!" already near the empty case, where Kyo's lyrics rested, he trotted back with the sheets.
"Lets see.." Yamato waived, hunkering down upon the floor he began to adjust the strings of his guitar just as Kyo reached him. Skimming over the keynotes, he read through Kyo's lyrics, pausing only to play out a key Cord on his guitar.
"Hmm.." His fingers tapped against the lines of key notes, making minor adjustments to keys with the pen from his pocket. Tucking the pen behind his ear, he stared at it quizzically, "This would be great with a female lead. Did you ever get in touch with that one girl?" Yamato raised his head to the three band members hovering above him. Each baring a skeptical look when turned to individually. "Nah, she's a no go. Her parents are moving to France." Ren sighed kneeling down beside Yamato. Taking the second copy of the sheet notes, he glanced down to the rows of seating.
"Well, what about Takawachi? I hear she's got a great voice. Its that or the kid with the monkey who upstaged us at the talent show." With a shudder, Ren dropped behind the lyrics, avoiding the frightened stares and further thoughts of the Monkey kid.
"Monkey Kid, now that's not a bad idea." Rick pondered aloud, with visions of a faceless crowd, and the millions of chants for "Monkey boy." Kyo cringed with a horror-stricken face, shoving Rick in the arm. "Get real dude!"
In unison, four sets of eyes peered above the sheet music, eyeing the contestent with promise.
Her legs folded under her, she continued to scribble paragraphs from the thick open textbook onto the blank paper in her lap. Cautiously, Yamato raised the paper back over his eyes, eyeing the lyrics for a final time. Rising above the paper yet again, he eyebrows rose in question.
"Its not nice to stare at people. You're giving me the creeps." Mimi spoke, breaking the awkward silence without so much of a glance their way to continue with her paper. The four startled boys jumped in surprise, Ren falling from his crouched position back onto his rear.
"She's be great, come on. They'd love her. She's got looks to kill. She may be a little small in the chest, but that's nothing a push up bra wont fix." Rick whispered eagerly, turning on his heal away from Mimi to face the grieving looks of his friends.
Mimi flinched.
Three flinches followed upon the stage.
Still grinning with the thought of such an idea, he didn't notice the object sale through the air.
Wide eyes edged away from fate's crushing blow.
Mimi rigidly stood from the chair, clutching the blue textbook within her hand.
Tripping over themselves, they franticly scrambled backwards and away as the book slugged Rick from behind.
"How did she.." Kyo whispered quizzically from the safety behind the velvet red stage curtains. His head peering with the others to watch the onslaught of horror. Yamato pointed in silence to the deserving victim. "What an idiot." Kyo's hand fell across his forehead, covering his eyes in dismay.
Across Rick's waist, a tiny black box clung to his belt. It's tiny red light glowing.
"He left his microphone on." A cringe.
Ren let out a laugh, seeing Rick cradle the back of his head, "I say he deserved it!"
Kyo glared at him in embarrassment, throwing his head back around the corner. "We can't leave him out there, she's libel to pulverize him!" Not that he doesn't disserve it, Kyo thought with a comical sweat drop, but wrestle mania doesn't stand a chance against her!
Yamato added to Kyo's comical sweat drop, taking one last glance around the stage curtain.
After several minutes of slowly creeping through the stage exit, Yamato and Kyo re-entered the building from the south entrance, maneuvering through isles behind her.
She hadn't moved from where she'd first thrown her book, or even uttered a word. Her icy glare was enough to send any animal away cowering in fear. Her eyes leaving Rick to stagger useless words endlessly. From the curtains, Ren quietly pushed the wooden stage prop across the stage, sweating profusely in terror from behind the green bush. Crouching closely to the wooden wall of separation as the wheels squeaked in desperate need of oil. Closing in upon the imbecile, he threw the prop into a full dash, stopping only long enough to catch Rick's collar and role him to safety.
From behind her, two arms wrapped around her. Catching her off guard Yamato threw her over his shoulder in one fluid sweep.
